After the early morning session, the players made their way into the Cafeteria, which felt busier than usual with conversations falling in pockets around the room.
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Most of their talks still circled back to the difference between Baldini's methods and Marco's methods, which they had just experienced, but some of the boys were too focused on their trays to care.
Carlo and Leo slipped into the latter's usual corner, plates in hand.
Leo hadn't even taken his first bite before Carlo leaned forward.
"Where did you learn to play like that?" Carlo asked.
"And how are you not already at some big club? No offence."
Leo looked at him for a second, then sat back.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Anything. People don't just play like that for fun."
Ruggeri, Udogie, Fornella and Ricci drifted over and dropped into the seats around them.
The table filled up fast, the clatter of cutlery settling into the background. Carlo nudged Leo again.
"Come on. Stop being mysterious."
